The Fault In Our Names

Part 3

"What? No way." Riddle said, trying not to smile.

"Sooo, its the blonde one you like then" Hiddle said, and waggled his eyebrows, looking like an idiot.

"No! Its just, ugh. Okay fine. The black haired on is kind of pretty." Riddle said giving in.

"Young love" Hiddle said, in a dramatic voice, "So precious, and fragile."

Riddle turned red, and lightly punched Hiddle's arm, telling him to shut up.

The girls booth was at the end of the carriage, so it was more than twice the size of the normal compartments, and had even a table in it. (If you remember the Prefects booth from the Harry Potter movies, its the same one.)

The girls stood back and let the boys enter before them. To Hiddle's, unsaitsfaction, there was not a room full of giggling girls. On the contrary. The girls here seemed like the bitchy rich girls he was used to working with. Not that there were many of them. There were mostly boys, and they all seemed to be friends from a long time. Most of them were changed into their robes, but the one sitting in the middle was not, and he was wearing, as Hiddle could tell, very expensive designer clothes. Not to mention his Nike Pros. Hiddle could tell straight away that these people were not the good kind, but Riddle couldn't tell, and acted friendly with them.

"So, you two have met my girls" The boy said, wrapping his arms around the girls shoulders, who were sat either side of him. They giggled, for the gazillionth time that day.

"Yeah, they came to our booth and asked if we wanted to sit with them." Riddle replied casually.

The boy smiled at Riddle and said, "I sent these two lovelies out to see if there was anyone who they thought were cool enough to be part of our crew." On the outside, Hiddle seemed unfazed by that comment, but in his brain, he was swearing at this kid like there was no tomorrow. Who the fuck does he think he is, calling them his girlies, strutting around like he's gods gift to man kind. Holy shit mate, calm your oversized balls the fuck down! He thought. If that piece of week old cow dung let one more ridiculous thing slip his tongue, Hiddle knew he wouldn't be able to control himself. So he did the best thing possible.

"Do you know where the bathroom is on this train so me and my friend can change into our robes?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady, and hold back his insults.

" Oww, but we only just started conversing," said the shit, "Okay, well I guess we do need to change soon, so my girlies can take you, and then bring you back straight away," he smiled, like the cat from alice in wonderland. The two girls giggled, again, and walked over to the boys, beckoning them to follow. As soon as they were away from the kool kids booth, Hiddle relaxed, and turned back to his normal self.

"So what are your names?" He asked the girls. Guess what the girls did. You wouldn't believe it. Okay. I'll tell you... they giggled.

The blonde was called Indi and the other one was called Annalise. The boys went into different cubicles and changed, as the girls waited outside. Riddle wasn't very used to wearing such formal clothing, and, since he had only tried it on once before in the shop, he took a long time to figure out which buttons went into which holes. after struggling for about ten minutes with the cloak that went over everything, he looked at himself in the mirror. A different look for him, as he was used to football shirts and shorts, but he looked alright. When he finally came out of the cubicle, he had the brilliant fortune (sarcasm intended) to open the door to the sight of Hiddle kissing Indi. Well then. he blinked, trying to wipe that image out of his brain. Hiddle, on the other hand, didn't seem embarrassed or awkward at all.

"Damn Tom, what took you so long, couldn't fit your trousers after all the chocolate we ate earlier?" Hiddle laughed, and Riddle silently thanked him for using a 'we' rather than 'you', by giving him an honest smile. Just like last time, the girls skipped on ahead, and the boys dragged on behind them.